And so on...and so forth... etc. etc.....

So I skipped a day. So what. It was a boring day anyway. You wouldn't want to hear about it so let's get on with it.

Updates on previous news: Husband is earnestly seeking a job within the company. There are a few bites already. There is no doubt he will have a new position all lined up before the end of next week. We're not worried.

Daughter has pulled off all the bandaids from shots, blood work etc. Now it's just coast time until graduation. The only thing she has to do is send in the first pass of class schedule for fall freshman year. Decisions, decisions.

On to new stuff: The seasons change. I'm just about done putting away all the winter sweaters and comforters for the summer. Some things are cyclical. Some things need to be done and so they get done. Some things just sit and wait.

I transfered the last pattern piece for a jacket I plan to make from fabric I haven't yet woven. Haven't even bought the threads yet. Yet another "project" sitting on the shelf. It took six months to get the third and last pattern piece transfered to pattern paper. (I haven't even cut it out yet.) It will probably be another six before I do a mock up and make adjustments. Maybe longer. There are two knitted vests sitting in bags upstairs both in the final stages of completion. There is half a warp on the loom that needs to be tied up for the next round of samples. Six fleeces sit on the floor in the hallway waiting to be carded. Twenty-something varieties of fiber in bags lie in corners waiting to be spun. Three handspindles sit by the TV upstairs that I try to get a few yards on each night. Oh, and one lone sock sits on the top of the sock yarn basket waiting for me to start it's mate. I will have no trouble staying busy when the youngest leaves home for college or when the husband is off traveling because of his new job. There is always busy work around the house.

I always think while I work at these project. Sometimes to music sometimes to rented/owned movies. I purposely am not connected to network TV. I cannot tolerate the wasted time it encourage. My brain is always moving while at the tasks of home and craft. Thinking about some incident that has me ticked off. Thinking about the past. About a movie I saw weeks before. About chores that need to be done but that I don't want to do so I sit and think about them instead. I try to do only the most minimal of planning. Planning indicates intent to complete. Completion is an ending. I don't do endings very well. When I enter the kitchen in the morning I usually have one or two simple things planned for the day. Call the vet and set up an appointment for the dog, make iced tea, start a load of laundry. I try not to be more elaborate than that in my planning. The things that need to get done make it on the list. And those that fall in the "it would be nice if they got done" catagory pile up on the floor like fleeces waiting to be carded. If I decide to make a certain dish for dinner and there isn't an ingredient in the fridge that I need it becomes the day I go the grocery store. If I start wiping off the stove and the shine makes me feel pleasant it becomes the day the kitchen gets a thorough cleaning. If I get tired of the dog fur on the stairs it becomes the day I vacuum the house. Etc. etc.I find I can live this way quite contentedly. There isn't any stress over what doesn't get done. And I'm pleased with what I am doing because it comes from a desire not a demand.

This kind of lifestyle does require flexibility. Overscheduling is verboten. I'll take an occassional class or workshop. I volunteer with two groups. About six hours a month with one group. The other amounts to two two day work sessions a year. The other things that frees up time is the fact that I don't talk on the telephone very much. Until recently I didn't even have a cell phone. I call them electronic dog leashes. If I feel the need to communicate with someone I drop email, snail mail, or I go and talk to them in person. But then I'm not much of a talker. I'm more of a doer. Deadlines are valuable because they make me stop. Oh, times up. Gotta go cut out the pattern piece.

Ciao